Those Hands

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Wrinkled skin; looks like

A Font; to the secret,

Awaiting to unveil.

 

Blemished Knuckles; depicts

That pathways are,

Never free of bumps.

 

Rugged texture; displays

An uphill battle has,

No substitute.

 

Broken nails; shows

Not all the; Judgments

Made are flawless.

 

Torn flesh; echoes

Sacrifices won't come;

With a discount tag.

 

The fading line; on the palm

Advice, no matter what,

Nothing is Ultimate!

 

Long disfigured fingers; offers

The direction to the;

Lost souls.

 

Cuts and the scars; tells

A tale of endless courage;

Through deceit.

 

The shakiness; expresses

The willingness;

To strive.

 

A firm grip; represents

The keenness to;

Find solutions.

 

When asked,

'What are you searching for?',

'Those hands',

I replied.

 

As those

Fearless ones; without flaws

Do need the

Affectionate ones, with the scars;

Consistently!

 

As holding tight, those hands;

The melting warmth,

Flares!

 

-bubblehead95

  • Author: bubblehead95 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2022 04:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: A foolish longing-Those hands.
  • Category: Family
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Rocky Lagou
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  • L. B. Mek

    Brilliant!
    (may I recommend
    'Grandma's Hands'
    by Bill Withers, as
    a music accompaniment
    to this profound
    work of Poetry, dear poet)
    and may I be so bold
    to ask, if you get a second free
    check out one of my old, scribbles
    titled: 'nature's mappings'
    ( https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-123012 )
    I was quite amazed by the synchronicity
    between your eloquent write and my feeble effort..

    • theneophiles_words

      Oh, Mek. You make me AWE with every comment that I receive. Thank you for recommending such a soulful and tender song. I wish I could have known it sooner. So, if you look again, I did add it to this work. I wrote this in the memory of my grandma. Not knowing what she meant at that tender age but now realizing I want nothing more than her to be at my side. I also read the piece you mentioned; it's simple yet substantial. Thank you so much for your mellow reviews. Now, I'm falling short of words to express my appreciation. It means so much!

    • Rocky Lagou

      Wow. I mean I am truly wondersrtuck by your impeccable writing. The old hold so much wisdom and sage advice, we must all look up to them as inspiration. The lines...
      "Torn flesh; echoes

      Sacrifices won't come;

      With a discount tag."
      Is so impactful. I mean we truly believe we can live our lives without facing hardships and tribulations. Your poem AND your artwork speak to a generation of people, and to generations to come. Amen for your poetry, and Amen for your life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

      • theneophiles_words

        Hey Rocky, I have so much to say but don't have words to express it, and this overwhelming feeling (after reading this comment) is not of any help. Thank you so much for your gracious expressions. I undoubtedly agree with each word that you said. This one is in the memory of my grandma. The Old is like the walking catalog, which we fail to take a note of; often. We are so accustomed to 'BEST' that we forget life has something called 'WORST'; Thank you so much, Rocky; I really don't know how to express my gratefulness. It means so much. Thank you!



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